No Edges

A Revolution with a distinct face
is a hobby.

In the City, everything you know is temporarily tied up
in beat-up boxes from the grocery store.
(For those more sophisticated and delicate
we could smooth out the presentation and put it thusly:
Everything you know is baggage…
real expensive fashionable baggage.)

Man is the breath, blood and guts,
of all secondary activity.

A father told a son,
“If you got the energy to fumble,
you got the energy to kick.”

There are no edges to this net.

J.